About the art: the AI bot is learning my innermost ballgown bot dreams. It has begun layering my reference images with dripping fabric and paint, spring pastels and the soft hint of wings. Oh oh and OH! Beginning with a cradled wood panel gesso'd in white and drawing the form shapes with colored pencil. Working from the outside in for the base layers to keep the form edges crisp, then from the inside out to allow the oil-thinned paint at the bottom of her gown to drip and mix with the background underpainting. Brushes, rubber wedges, fingers and a soft cloth were used in creating this piece. Allowing the thickness of final paint layers to create texture and fabric folds. As always, resisting the urge to perfect, walking away and looking back from a distance to see her essence. I think she's quite content.
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In the midst of a breakdown, we often wonder whether we have gone mad. We have not. We’re behaving oddly, no doubt, but beneath the agitation we are on a hidden yet logical search for health. We haven’t become ill; we were ill already. Our crisis, if we can get through it, is an attempt to dislodge us from a toxic status quo and constitutes an insistent call to rebuild our lives on a more authentic and sincere basis. It belongs, in the most acute and panicked way, to the search for self-knowledge. - Alain de Botton The School of Life: An Emotional Education
It can begin with a fear of public speaking, or heights, or social situations or something seemingly silly and benign. It may be based on a frightening or painful past experience, or it may not. The why does not matter to the Honey Badger. You can waste a lot of time asking why. The real question is: what? What is your body experiencing, what was the situation before hand, what can you do to feel better?
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As Harjo says so beautifully in She Had Some Horses: She had some horses she loved. / She had some horses she hated. / These were the same horse. Esme has looked herself in the eye and stared down the bully. I think liberation looks good on her. :) There is one more week to enter the March Reader Giveaway! Leave a comment - what's YOUR superpower? (see last week's blog post). One lucky commenter will win a piece of original art - free! Huzzah!
I am actually grateful - this ability is pretty good for keeping life from going off the rails. But a day of leaping tall buildings, invisibility, flying or even just figuring out who done it in the crime novel we're reading would be nice. Just saying.
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The only way to get better at conversing is to - you guessed it - converse. And the only way to have control over things is to - you guessed it again - give up the idea you have any control in the first place. Which leads to art, the creation of which is a conversation of sorts. And no matter how I see and rehearse the conversation with the canvas in my head, what happens at the end of my fingertips is something else. Often so so SO much better than anything I could have imagined. Well. Who knew? About the art: This piece began with a gesso murder of an old acrylic painting and a vague idea of what I wanted to create. Something that hints at a dystopian setting, but could also be a landscape, or maybe a contraption or a view into another land. How's that for wishy-washy? But I knew the colors I wanted, so I began with a loose sketch with a long brush laden with thinned oil paint. From there, the piece developed solely with two sizes of rubber wedge and a chopstick. Moving around the piece, sharpening lines here, softening and blurring there. Adding paint with the wedge and then subtracting by dragging another wedge through the wet paint. The ghosts of city buildings (or are those the masts of ships?) appeared on the "horizons" so I let them be. In the end, it is nothing like I imagined, and yet it is something more than that. It packs a lot of punch and drama in a relatively small painting. Huzzah!
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